At first I was upset at the kids I was teaching. "Why don't they wan to participate? Why don't they want to sing? Why don't they listen to me? What's wrong with them?". Then I realized, its not the kids that are the problem, it's the people that influence them the most, including their parents.
My co-workers and I are spending a week at this YMCA to teach about 40 kids a musical in a week; yeah, sounds tough but we were very succesfull the first two weeks at the other locations and the kids did spectacular. But here, it's as if no one has told these kids no, and no one has told them yes. No one has given them attention and no one has cared for them enough.
Some kids won't participate and just sit there, some kids say their lines, some kids will ignore our directions or talk back to us. We discipline and discipline, but more than we discipline, we do our very best to build them up and tell them that they can do it and encourage them. But they still just won't. We ran the musical for the fist time today and sadly, it was better than I expected. It was still terrible, (talking when people are speaking their lines, fighting while sitting down, attention problems, rudeness etc.) but I honestly expected it to be much worse. What saddens me the most is that they've been put down so much and so often that they don't have the self pride or dignity to do it for themselves. Not for there parents, not for the interns and I, not for the YMCA staff, not for anybody and not even themselves. And everyone around them has just given up on them.
I'm a pretty spoiled child: two parents who'd move mountains and more for me, a stable middle class household, my own room, and tons upon tons of encouragement from friends, family, teachers, and just people in general. I used to get mad a teachers I had that were hard on me and who I thought were torturing me with harder work. Only now do I realize that those teachers were my teachers. Only now do I realize that they cared about each and every one of their students and they had faith them. And I've learned to really appreciate a teacher who cares. Because a child can do amazing things when you, or someone cares. But it seems like no one has cared for some of these children. That they have been viewed as unimportant all their short lives.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's depressing when people don't care. Being hard on your kid and wanting them to be great is one thing, but just not caring or neglecting them is a whole 'nother, and its upsetting. Its not fair to that child. It's not their fault that they weren't planned, or that the parents don't have time, or that they're adopted, or that they have a dissability, or that they live with a single parent. Don't make it their fault, because that's what they think. They have no hope for something better and they have no hope for themselves. It's not fair, and its not right.